I Needn't Ponder Your Sexiness
By: Twist
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Absolutely nothing. Not even Reyna. So don't go after me.
Reyna Vetinari had been born in Überwald, a far off country with dangerous political games being played amongst the leading figures. She had been raised in Ankh-Morpork, a city with dangerous fireworks in the Palace designed by the Patrician in the gaps of his game of political monopoly. He was also her father, which meant at times he'd lose to her in regular Monopoly.*
However, she was sixteen now, and had recently received a job. That's basically a nice way of saying: 'Daddy made me do it.' She delivered pizzas, which she found highly un-noble. After all, she was the ruler's daughter. Getting covered in grease, attacked by small dogs, and dealing with other Morporkian teenagers** trying to substitute other services for payments didn't seem like a very noble beginning to her career. Currently, she was holding a greasy pizza box and standing outside the High Energy Magic building in the pouring rain.
She pounded on the door again. "Klatchian take-out," she yelled trying to make herself heard over the thunder. "PIZZA!"
This got a better response. A thin wizard in low-quality red robes opened the door. He gave her a look that made sure she wasn't carrying anything dangerous or had tentacles and then spoke. "Ah, you'll want to see Ponder and Adrian with that." He pointed inside. "Watch the wizards."
"Thank you," Reyna replied shortly, stepping inside. The HEM building was packed with all sorts of wizards. This was unusual; they were normally in the dining hall. "Which one is Ponder or Adrian?" she asked, after surveying the sea of pointy hats and colourful fabrics.
"He behind Hex. The great big glass thing over there," he added, seeing the look on her face. Reyna nodded and proceeded through the mass. Once in the small clearing that the wizards had left, she tapped one with a rather sad-looking black hat on the shoulder. He turned around.
Reyna called upon all of her calmest energies to keep her heart from exploding. The gorgeous, black-haired, bespectacled young man that turned around was the Sex God that had been dancing through her dreams since she was fourteen. Two years and she'd never seen him before, yet she'd know he existed.
"May I help you?" He asked. Reyna struggled to snap herself out of her wild fantasies.
"Um - er - the, uh, the flat round thing you wanted, uh, sent a pigeon, um . . ." she managed to stutter out.
"The pizza?" he asked, trying not to look worried. He always knew take-out places didn't employ bright people, but this . . .
"Yes! Yes, a pizza. You ordered it." She said, hoping he'd say something else. That voice was just so sexy.
"You'll want to go to the back for that," he said, eyeing her up and down. Then he turned around and began to tap away on a board with letters on. The letters duplicated on the glass in front of him. Magic. Her heart fluttered again. He turned back around. "Yes?"
"Oh! Yes, sorry. I'll just . . . the back . . . yes . . ." She pointed to the back of the HEM building and smiled nervously. He nodded and turned back around. Reyna sidled along.
After she had seen the now soggy pizza off into the hand of wizards and collected her pay, she's wandered back to the shelter of the Klatchian Take Away. She checked out the windows in the Palace as she'd passed; the activity was normal for five O'clock in the evening. As she walked along she'd recalled her lover's face and his name "Ponder . . ."
It was eleven O'clock when Reyna got back to the Palace. It had been a very busy night; people hadn't wanted t go out because of the rain. There were some things that even Ankh-Morporkians were put off by. Of course, they didn't expect the pizza service to be put off.
She had mud all down her front due to tripping in Welcome Soap and landing in something she preferred to think of as 'mud.' This had earned some wisecrack comment out of Drumknott, but she'd thrown a handful of 'mud' at him and that had shut him up relatively quickly.
But all was tight with the world. She knew her Sex God was alive and where he was located at. She's also made some rather good money off of tips.
As she passed the Oblong Office on the way to her room, she debated whether or not to lean in and speak to her father. He'd still be working at this hour. Fireworks very rarely were built/set off before one in the morning, special occasions such as sushi exempt.
Funny weakness to have, sushi. But you never knew with Havelock. Reyna giggled. She was very thankful her parents hadn't smoked anything before naming her. She could've ended up as unfortunately as her father or even worse; Aunt Shalingling. Reyna still couldn't say it with a straight face.
After she'd readied herself for bed and flopped on top of the unattractive green covers (It was too hot to bother with them) she drifted off into a sleep full of dancing Ponders.
*While Monopoly may or may not exist on the Discworld, I was disturbingly reminded of his Lordship while I was playing my uncle last week. That's why that bit's there.
**Mainly boys
TBC . . . ? A/n: I could just leave it there, couldn't I? I'll continue should the urge strike me. *evil grin*
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Absolutely nothing. Not even Reyna. So don't go after me.
Reyna Vetinari had been born in Überwald, a far off country with dangerous political games being played amongst the leading figures. She had been raised in Ankh-Morpork, a city with dangerous fireworks in the Palace designed by the Patrician in the gaps of his game of political monopoly. He was also her father, which meant at times he'd lose to her in regular Monopoly.*
However, she was sixteen now, and had recently received a job. That's basically a nice way of saying: 'Daddy made me do it.' She delivered pizzas, which she found highly un-noble. After all, she was the ruler's daughter. Getting covered in grease, attacked by small dogs, and dealing with other Morporkian teenagers** trying to substitute other services for payments didn't seem like a very noble beginning to her career. Currently, she was holding a greasy pizza box and standing outside the High Energy Magic building in the pouring rain.
She pounded on the door again. "Klatchian take-out," she yelled trying to make herself heard over the thunder. "PIZZA!"
This got a better response. A thin wizard in low-quality red robes opened the door. He gave her a look that made sure she wasn't carrying anything dangerous or had tentacles and then spoke. "Ah, you'll want to see Ponder and Adrian with that." He pointed inside. "Watch the wizards."
"Thank you," Reyna replied shortly, stepping inside. The HEM building was packed with all sorts of wizards. This was unusual; they were normally in the dining hall. "Which one is Ponder or Adrian?" she asked, after surveying the sea of pointy hats and colourful fabrics.
"He behind Hex. The great big glass thing over there," he added, seeing the look on her face. Reyna nodded and proceeded through the mass. Once in the small clearing that the wizards had left, she tapped one with a rather sad-looking black hat on the shoulder. He turned around.
Reyna called upon all of her calmest energies to keep her heart from exploding. The gorgeous, black-haired, bespectacled young man that turned around was the Sex God that had been dancing through her dreams since she was fourteen. Two years and she'd never seen him before, yet she'd know he existed.
"May I help you?" He asked. Reyna struggled to snap herself out of her wild fantasies.
"Um - er - the, uh, the flat round thing you wanted, uh, sent a pigeon, um . . ." she managed to stutter out.
"The pizza?" he asked, trying not to look worried. He always knew take-out places didn't employ bright people, but this . . .
"Yes! Yes, a pizza. You ordered it." She said, hoping he'd say something else. That voice was just so sexy.
"You'll want to go to the back for that," he said, eyeing her up and down. Then he turned around and began to tap away on a board with letters on. The letters duplicated on the glass in front of him. Magic. Her heart fluttered again. He turned back around. "Yes?"
"Oh! Yes, sorry. I'll just . . . the back . . . yes . . ." She pointed to the back of the HEM building and smiled nervously. He nodded and turned back around. Reyna sidled along.
After she had seen the now soggy pizza off into the hand of wizards and collected her pay, she's wandered back to the shelter of the Klatchian Take Away. She checked out the windows in the Palace as she'd passed; the activity was normal for five O'clock in the evening. As she walked along she'd recalled her lover's face and his name "Ponder . . ."
It was eleven O'clock when Reyna got back to the Palace. It had been a very busy night; people hadn't wanted t go out because of the rain. There were some things that even Ankh-Morporkians were put off by. Of course, they didn't expect the pizza service to be put off.
She had mud all down her front due to tripping in Welcome Soap and landing in something she preferred to think of as 'mud.' This had earned some wisecrack comment out of Drumknott, but she'd thrown a handful of 'mud' at him and that had shut him up relatively quickly.
But all was tight with the world. She knew her Sex God was alive and where he was located at. She's also made some rather good money off of tips.
As she passed the Oblong Office on the way to her room, she debated whether or not to lean in and speak to her father. He'd still be working at this hour. Fireworks very rarely were built/set off before one in the morning, special occasions such as sushi exempt.
Funny weakness to have, sushi. But you never knew with Havelock. Reyna giggled. She was very thankful her parents hadn't smoked anything before naming her. She could've ended up as unfortunately as her father or even worse; Aunt Shalingling. Reyna still couldn't say it with a straight face.
After she'd readied herself for bed and flopped on top of the unattractive green covers (It was too hot to bother with them) she drifted off into a sleep full of dancing Ponders.
*While Monopoly may or may not exist on the Discworld, I was disturbingly reminded of his Lordship while I was playing my uncle last week. That's why that bit's there.
**Mainly boys
TBC . . . ? A/n: I could just leave it there, couldn't I? I'll continue should the urge strike me. *evil grin*